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Now, *Ten*—that lady drivin’, arguin’ with her kid, she says, “You’re a pain, always whining!” Sounds like me talkin’ to a cheapskate client, ha! Whores, they deal with whiners too, I bet. Makes me mad, though—folks lookin’ down on ‘em. Like, who’s perfect? Not me! I once shaved a guy’s ear off—accident, swear it! He was pissed, but I was happy—good story, right? Whores prolly got stories wilder than that. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this one in France, 1800s, she owned half the damn town! Hustled her way up—respect, y’know?

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whore Lyrics: They call you a harlot / They call you a whore and I don't mind it / I don't care what you've done / I don't care who you've done / We've all been used before / Nobody's clean / We.

And hey, don't miss Riverview Boulevard by the little river — Rivaaview Blvd, coz some locals spell it funny – where the river winds ‘round the city. It’s perfect for low-key strolls when you need to clear your head. I once sat here after a particularly mad session with a client who was ventin' her anger at the world — it was raw, it was real, and dang, the river calmed my soul.

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